Name: Michael Stipe (in his hair days)
Age: 45
Status: Divorced since 2011; out of a relationship since November; two kids - 17 and 19 - one in 2nd year of college, the other will be a Senior in HS this year.
Lives: In a townhouse in nearby neighborhood
Length of Date: 2.5 hours
We Did: Drinks on an incredibly romantic covered patio in the rain while the wind blew amazing breezes that felt tropical. Even though it was nearby, I had NO idea this spot even existed!
He Looked: Waaaay shorter than his photos implied. He was VERY sharply dressed - probably the most put-together dresser I’ve been on a date with in years - sport coat (with pocket square - schwing!) over gingham shirt; white deconstructed denim; striped socks (he showed me) and sporty mesh kicks. Brilliantly dressed.
I Looked: I wore what I’d worn to work that day: black shift dress with tied sleeves, black and white polka dot pumps, false eyelashes (I’m in an experimental phase with wearing falsies on the daily. These puppies were long and lush and perhaps too much…I need opinions!)
First Impression: I wouldn’t have said SHORT (!!!!!!), but I am going to say it because the first words out of his mouth were, “Hello, TALL!” You guys, I towered over the dude. I noticed that he’s changed his profile just today to reveal that he’s 6’ tall, however that is a lie. He’s 5’6” at best. Now. There’s nothing wrong with a shorter guy, but he seemed to make a big deal out of it, so I’m making a big deal out of it. The other first impression that I had of him is actually even before we met in person. His texts were over-the-top sugary and familiar, calling me names like “Sweetie” which just felt either waaaaaay too premature OR condescending, depending on the way they could be read. While I LOVE sappy sentiments when I’m in a relationship with someone, these just felt extreme.
Convo: Nice conversation. He wanted to know about my presentation and the stuff that I design and he told me about his job and his family and his kids and stuff. But what seemed odd to me is that his previous career had been in NY and LA in the music industry, but when I told him that I thought he looked like Michael Stipe, he didn’t know who that was (???). I found that super odd - especially since we are close in age. I also could see him maybe not knowing if he was heavy into a different genre, but that was not the case! He also told me that even though he does marketing from a psychological standpoint, he couldn’t figure me out. So I became unapologetically honest with him. I told him that I was being perhaps standoffish because he came across so strong before even meeting me. I told him that his feeling so comfortable and familiar with me before we even met made me uncomfortable. Talk about straight talk! He was very cool about it and we kept talking, even having another glass of wine, but that part of the conversation essentially sealed our fate.
High Point: The location, for sure. I found a new sexy spot!
Low Point: I’m not going to say this was a waste of time, but I was disappointed from, “Hello, TALL!”
How It Ended: He walked me to the valet stand, gave me a hug and touched my hip and thigh somewhat inappropriately (!!) and I turned and walked to my car. Before I even got home he’d texted me this message: “Hi… I really enjoyed spending time with you, Ginger… Thank you for meeting tonight… While you’re a great fit for me I have no idea if I’m a fit for you, so just wanted you to know I had a great time. Sweet dreams…”
Chances Are: Nah.
Date Rating: C. It wasn’t bad. It just wasn’t a fit.
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